Glambassador
Saturday, April 25th, 2009By Izzy
In his memorable essay “The Secret Vice,” Tom Wolfe writes:
one day in December, 1960 . . . Lyndon Johnson, the salt of the good earth of Austin, Texas, turned up on Savile Row in London, England, and walked into the firm of Carr, Son & Woor. He said he wanted six suits, and the instructions he gave were: “I want to look like a British diplomat.” Lyndon Johnson! Like a British diplomat! You can look it up.
Note well: Never ask your tailor to make you look like a Libyan diplomat, or else you’ll get the shiniest suit known to man. Apparently, what happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas, sartorially speaking.
But at least Libya’s National Security Advisor, Mutassim Qaddafi (son of Muammar Qaddafi), is carrying on the family tradition of eccentric flamboyance.
